Save Me, Please? [MNTG]

"Love is like skydiving, with the parachute in the hands of the beloved" – Maze.

Don’t let me fall. I will crash land. I have nothing, no-one to hold on to. 

Save me, please.

Heavenly Father, I am nothing without this man. 

He has captured my heart, intricately and carefully woven his person into the shadows of my heartstrings. I have been mesmerized with him, or rather, the idea of him. He has left me with nothing but bits and pieces of my heart I am willing to love him with, still. He is everything I need. I cannot but feel this way. I cannot not feel this way.

Save me, please.

I have taken a deep plunge, a dive into the dimension called emotion and love, I know nothing of it. It's an alternate universe. I am hopelessly, hopelessly in love with you. You need to rescue me, please, I beg of you. Hurt has been my middle name, Walls having been my only comfort and warm blanket, sheltering me from cold nights, and holding me in place for my pillow of Loneliness as my tears fall night after night and wet it, even as I clutch my stuffed animal, Desolation close. 

Save me, please.

I need to get out of this body, switch souls, suppress and murder these feelings; reminiscing does me no good… you have to help me. I feel wretched, deserted, and all I can do is feel that way. 
Alone.

I am hanging on to dear life as I poise on the precipice of nothings and everythings. You cannot leave me now. 

Save me, please.

You are my carotid artery. 

Do you not feel it; do you not feel this symphony we should have strum together, created as one?

I don't want to, but I do; it is inevitable. 

You've done this, now I'm undone. 

Finished me, now I'm incomplete.

Love is alien and cacophonous to me, filled with empty promises, champagne-colored velvet torn to shreds and burnt to ashes, in every instance. I belong to the world of empty beds, tearful cheeks and forced smiles. 

Save me, please.

Sound your timbrels just as surely; play a melodious tune, serenade my sorrows; trace my palms, entwine your fingers in mine and watch the meanders become one; make my dreams come alive. 

Save me, please.

Sometimes we have to lose who we are, or are hoping to be, to be with whom we love, to be who we are meant to be.

Michael Jackson lost his childhood for a greater cause:  stardom, world applause...he achieved all that and spent the greater part of his life trying to get his childhood back.

Victor, my best friend, lost his soul trying to get to the top... it was a 'Get rich or die trying' scheme.

David, that stranger I could have known, lost his adolescence after falling in love with an older woman, trying to mature for her... and lost her trying.

I have lost my heart trying to be with you; my smoke-and-mirrors person coming to light, my shadows being pierced by light. Light of your unrequited love.

Save me, please.

I don't know what I am, what I'm not, what I'm meant to be. I thought I did when I was beside you, and I was not wrong. You need to save me. You need to. I cannot lose you, just as certainly as I cannot lose me...

Assuage my demons. Put them to rest. Give me the heavens I see in your eyes. 

Save me, please?

As I lay down my head to sleep, I pray, my soul to keep… if I die

before I wake… well, you know the rest.

-        Ms. Koya